Marc'Qwuan Reid is a 23 year hopeless romantic with a crush on his roommate, a woman named Jasmine. Their friendship was perfect until she took her first steps into getting over her ex. Now they notice new things about each other that puts their friendship to the test.

Dr. Nathan Hale, a 35-year-old perfectionist and respected cardiologist, has built his life around order, logic, and long hours at the hospital. Relationships? Too messy. Too unpredictable. His most recent attempt fizzled out, and he's convinced love just isn't in the charts for him. Until one day, after a routine consultation, a patient accidentally leaves behind a quirky-looking flyer in the exam room. It reads: "Two Months to Love: Pairing You With Your Perfect Partner for the Ultimate Relationship Experience." It sounds ridiculous... but on a bored, lonely night, curiosity wins. Nathan scans the code on the flyer, and soon he's answering hundreds of personality, lifestyle, and compatibility questions on an unusually intuitive matchmaking website. And just like that, Nathan is about to experience a relationship unlike anything he's known-structured, intense, and possibly... perfect?

"I could spend hours between your legs, teasing... sucking, tasting you." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *Completed & Slowly Being Rewritten* Previous title: Cabaret of Whispers One night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached. But when Ax returns after 5 years in prison, one night with Celia becomes something more. Consumed by the desire to possess her and seek revenge, he discovers that Celia's scars are etched deeper than the ones in his soul. Get ready to feel a roller coaster of toe-curling emotions that will send your heart into a frenzy, heart-wrenching words that would make your heart whimper and scars drawn so deep that would leave your soul in tears. Follow Celia and Ax on their journey to discover that love rivals everything. Hopefully, before it is too late. Blurb created by the wonderful: @Shyneepul Warning: This book contains mature themes such as: Sexual content, Violence, Profanities, Mentions of sexual assault. Read at your own risk. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

WARNING: This is for adults only! You'll have to follow me to read some of the chapters! Geneva is a Cupid. Her methods are a little unorthodox, but her success rate has been damn near perfect. That is, until her most recent Client, Lizzy gets into a car accident and comes face to face with Death himself. Now Geneva is fighting for Lizzy's life, bargaining everything she has for just enough time to get her Client to fall in love. Adrian has been a Reaper for centuries. Not once had he ever accidentally touched anyone. That is, until the beauty of a Cupid throws herself in front of her injured companion. For the first time in years, he felt anger and that emotion opened a Pandora's box of feelings he'd worked hard to suppress. The Cupid was trouble, his heart could feel it. KINK: Femdom and all the things it encompasses. Like chastity. I'm serious, folks. If you can't handle subversive ideology, GTFO. If you enjoyed this story, please support me at my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/AlexaLaMenthe

A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Persephone often wondered the same thing. [...] She saw the nymph playfully push the satyr down on the soft grass before straddling him, the sheer fabric of her garment highlighting her graceful movements. She heard her giggling and the satyr's amused growls and her green eyes widened when she saw the satyr's hand wander underneath the nymph's skirt. Perhaps, she should have left the moment she realised what she had stumbled upon. Perhaps, she should have return to her field of lilies and picked some flowers for her mother, Demeter. Perhaps, she should have but she didn't. ❁❁❁ In which the dreadful King of the Underworld steals the daughter of Spring. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

MATURE CONTENT! [NO READERS YOUNGER THAN 18] What does one do when they are addicted to that very same thing that can break them. "Does he do this for you?" He asked watching her relaxed face. "No, he is very busy," she sighed as he moved up working on her calves. "Does he pay attention to you except when you are out hunting for investors?" "No...I mean yes," she whispered unconvincingly. "Hmm, do you want me to pay attention to you," he said sliding her skirt up slowly as she held her breath making him smirk.

Highest Ranking: #1 on enemies #1 on lifeanddeath #3 on agents "I hate you." I breathe. "I hate you too." He says as he presses his lips against mine. * National Underground Protection Agency. NUPA. As its name suggests, is an agency that works in the shadows to protect the country and its citizens. When the sudden death of the Vice President of the United States causes an uproar, NUPA agents and archenemies Leah Beau and Mason Davis are assigned to investigate into the case named Case 92. Join Leah and Mason in an adventure with action, thrill, heartbreak and steamy romance.

Sample only Claire always desired to become the president of the student council at her boarding school and when she finally got the chance to be one, the nerd stepped in, taking interest in the same thing. As the weaker team, Claire vowed to try everything in her hand, from making gossips, scandals, drama and even getting in bed with the Nerd till he could back off and leave the badge for her. The question was-would she be successful in being the president or the Nerd's whore?

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.